I'll Never Run Away
Part Four
"What is there to talk about?"
"How about why you spazzed out in my car this morning? Or why not even the long story you said you'd explain?"
"I didn't say I'd tell you. You assumed I would."
"Just tell me."
"Why should I?"
"Because I want to know."
"Oh, perfect excuse to spill my guts with a complete stranger."
"Why are you making this so difficult?"
"Because I want to."
"You're obnoxious and rude. Did you know that?"
"Yeah, I knew I was a bitch. Tell me something I didn't know. Like how I'm a fake slut. Oh, wait, I knew that one, too."
"Taige, I didn't mean to make you cry. You're not fake, and you're not a slut. Come here."
Trace pulled me against his chest, and I wrapped my arms around his waist. I could feel his heart beating, and he ran his hand alone my spine. We stood like that for quite a while, until I'd calmed down; he smiled at me when I tried to step away, but he didn't let go of me.
"Hey."
"Hi."
"Want a ride to the hotel?"
"Sure. I'd appreciate it."
"Oh, um, Trace, Mason took your car to go get his girlfriend."
"Great. Wanna walk instead?"
"That's good enough."
Miraculously, people left us alone as we began our trek down the sidewalk. He hooked his arm around my neck and pulled me closer. I laughed quietly and stopped walking. He understood what I wanted and allowed me to jump on his back.
"Thank you, Trace."
"You're welcome, I swear. But remember that I'm always here for you."
"You don't know me."
"If Miley and Dad can approve of you, then so can I."
"Thanks."
"What's your room number?"
"You're carrying me all the way there?"
"Sure."
"It's on the sixth floor."
He let me down in the elevator, and I rested my head on his shoulder. "Taige?"
"Yes?"
"Would you want to go on a date with me? Or even as just friends?"
"I'd love to go out with you. On a date."
"Cool."
"When?"
"How about tomorrow when you're done shooting?"
"Alright."
"Sixty-six on the sixth floor?"
"Triple-six. Yeah, I know. Creepy."
"Just a bit."
"How about why you spazzed out in my car this morning? Or why not even the long story you said you'd explain?"
"I didn't say I'd tell you. You assumed I would."
"Just tell me."
"Why should I?"
"Because I want to know."
"Oh, perfect excuse to spill my guts with a complete stranger."
"Why are you making this so difficult?"
"Because I want to."
"You're obnoxious and rude. Did you know that?"
"Yeah, I knew I was a bitch. Tell me something I didn't know. Like how I'm a fake slut. Oh, wait, I knew that one, too."
"Taige, I didn't mean to make you cry. You're not fake, and you're not a slut. Come here."
Trace pulled me against his chest, and I wrapped my arms around his waist. I could feel his heart beating, and he ran his hand alone my spine. We stood like that for quite a while, until I'd calmed down; he smiled at me when I tried to step away, but he didn't let go of me.
"Hey."
"Hi."
"Want a ride to the hotel?"
"Sure. I'd appreciate it."
"Oh, um, Trace, Mason took your car to go get his girlfriend."
"Great. Wanna walk instead?"
"That's good enough."
Miraculously, people left us alone as we began our trek down the sidewalk. He hooked his arm around my neck and pulled me closer. I laughed quietly and stopped walking. He understood what I wanted and allowed me to jump on his back.
"Thank you, Trace."
"You're welcome, I swear. But remember that I'm always here for you."
"You don't know me."
"If Miley and Dad can approve of you, then so can I."
"Thanks."
"What's your room number?"
"You're carrying me all the way there?"
"Sure."
"It's on the sixth floor."
He let me down in the elevator, and I rested my head on his shoulder. "Taige?"
"Yes?"
"Would you want to go on a date with me? Or even as just friends?"
"I'd love to go out with you. On a date."
"Cool."
"When?"
"How about tomorrow when you're done shooting?"
"Alright."
"Sixty-six on the sixth floor?"
"Triple-six. Yeah, I know. Creepy."
"Just a bit."